Yingke Tower is the leading restaurant in Anchang County. Among them, the drunk fish made by chef Lao Wang is a unique one, attracting many repeat customers.

It was almost noon, and it was the hottest time of business. I saw that the hall on the first floor of the restaurant was already full, and there were many people sitting in the sixteen private rooms separated by screens on the second floor. Most of them were scholars and officials, and occasionally wealthy businessmen, all of whom were kind and liked to recite poems and write pairs, so they seemed quiet, which contrasted with the noise on the first floor.

Fang Ming occupied an Accord, ordered a few side dishes, ordered the drunk fish that the guy strongly recommended, and asked him to serve a pot of wine, so he gave him some rewards, sent the guy out, and savored it slowly by himself.

After trying the drunk fish, the fruit was fresh, smooth and tender, and the fragrance was endless. The wine was also good, and it had a unique flavor with the side dishes. Fang Ming was eating and drinking quietly while listening to the movements in the surrounding rooms.

At this time, a sound came.

"Oh... This dispute over divination is really evil. He Yu and He Qin from the He family are the most popular. Many people bet on them. Unexpectedly, they were finally overwhelmed by an unknown poor boy in the countryside. It was really eye-catching..."

At this moment, a slender voice sounded: "I have heard of this, it's very evil, but I really don't know what's going on. Lao Qin, don't you have relatives working in the yamen? Tell us quickly..."

Then there was another toast and laughter, and Lao Qin's voice came, "Okay, then I'll tell you!"

"This has to start with He Dong and He Lao Dianshi's death... A few months ago, He Lao Dianshi's illness was gone, and his son He Sanhuai took over his father's business. Unfortunately, after a few days of work, he was just angry and resentful. He was removed...hehe..."

This sound is full of gloating.

"Yes, yes, my own dictionary flew away like this. If Lao He was still there, he would have to be angry with his son again..." Another voice sounded, and the words were filled with resentment.

Dianshi is the leader of officials and has great power. For ordinary civilians, if they are not covered by shade, they cannot become officials. Dianshi is the most relied upon by ordinary people. Unfortunately, this depends on hereditary status. It will naturally lead to resentment from many people when they see their origins.

"Hehe...yes, but Xindianshi still has to be chosen from the He clan. The meat is rotten in the pot and outsiders still can't eat it. Alas..."

"I won't talk about this anymore. I will continue to say that the candidates for this new classic history include He Qin, He Yu, He Song, etc. Among them, He Qin and He Yu's family are rich. I heard that they have used a lot of money and have promised He's conditions. They are still able to live up to their own good luck. But the chances are very high. These two people are the ones who are most popular, and they are fighting each other and are bleeding..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little low and no longer had the intention of drinking, Lao Qin quickly turned the topic to the competition for the history, which really aroused everyone's interest.

"Which He Song, although he is within the three tribes of the He family, he doesn't walk around very much. No one looks at him. Unexpectedly, he came this time. He family is probably going to make a lot of jokes about him, but next, it will be exciting..." Lao Qin said this and kept it a secret.

"Old Qin, say, tell me, what happened later..." "Come on, drink another bowl and moisten your throat, hurry up..."

Seeing that it attracted everyone's interest, Lao Qin smiled proudly and drank another sip of wine. He said calmly: "He Song went to see He first. With this move, he gave him a meeting gift of twenty taels of silver, which shocked a group of people."

"Wow... twenty taels of silver, He Yu, He Qin's family has only spent ten or twenty taels this time? No matter how much, they have to sell their property. He Song is so rich? Or is the county government not going to handle the order?" A disbelief voice sounded.

"I know a little about this. My family is next to the pawnshop. That day, I heard from the pawnshop that someone took Fang Qianqian's ancient jade and said it was a family tradition and wanted to be a dead person. The shopkeeper saw it and offered ten taels. Unexpectedly, the man was a wise man. He knew that the ancient jade was worth one hundred taels and said that he was eager to use money, so he was willing to be a dead person. The shopkeeper could not, so he finally gave fifty taels. The jade seller was He Song!" One person interrupted.

"Hiss..." A sound of gasping in the air, and sometimes there were jealous curses.

Lao Qin also cursed: "Damn it, I'm so rich. If I had known it, I would have snatched him." Everyone agreed: "Indeed, I should have snatched him!"

Then Old Qin sighed: "This is also a courageous person. He sells the good things he passed down from his ancestors and spends them all. According to my relatives, I don't know what he said to He. Anyway, He finally reported him, He Qin and He Yu's name together."

"Next, He Song went to manage the county yamen and spent a total of thirty taels. Moreover, the doors in the yamen were all clear, and they all had all been managed, and there were no more or less, which was just right. This method was not like a newcomer, but like a veteran who had been aged in the yamen."

Everyone nodded. This is also a matter of attention. How much does each department give? Where can I give more? Where can I give less? If I don’t suffer any losses, I will not be able to learn it if I hit a wall. He Song is like this. Is it a Tianshu?

At this time, Lao Qin said again: "Later, He Song ordered the official and Cao Si and He Dong and He Lao Dianshi had always had a good relationship, and then he asked. Although He Lao Dianshi did not interact with He Song on the surface, he was actually very optimistic about his talent and taught him a lot of things. Lord Cao asked some secrets again, and He Song also answered them one by one, so he believed it."

"In the end, it's just an assessment. This is actually a formality. However, the magistrate of Wei was also present and said that he should be strict. He Song was really talented. I heard that the magistrate of Wei liked it very much. In the end, He Song was excellent in all aspects and issued an appointment on the spot..."

"Tsk tsk... I bought a dictionary history if I..." I couldn't say this. The fifty taels of silver and the dictionary position were both good things, but one was in front of me and the other was in the long run, and this person was a little unsure.

Lao Qin snorted, laughing and scolding: "You can ask the rich gentry and rich people. Don't say fifty taels, but one hundred taels of money to buy a divine history! When you become a divine history, you will have all kinds of filial piety and oil, and you will be able to make a profit in a few years. Then you will be a pure profit and can be passed on to your descendants. There is a layer of official skin, tsk tsk..." Lao Qin was also envious when he said this, and said: "I won't say it anymore, come on, let's drink it again..."

When Fang Ming heard this, he smiled slightly. He Song became the Dianshi and was also good news for him. He couldn't help but feel comfortable and drank a few more drinks.

The reason why Fang Ming was able to sit here was because he used new magical powers. This time he was promoted to the eighth grade god position, which allowed him to obtain the great magical power of "distracting the spirit and possessing the body", which could separate his divine thoughts, attach them to mortals, and carry out activities.

Fang Ming experimented and found that a trace of divine thought was required to separate a trace of divine thought, and attached to the body of a mortal, it depends on the softness and hardness of resisting will. It costs from one to twenty divine force. Finally, the time for possession was also limited, at most, only twelve hours, and each hour spent five red divine power, and the divine thoughts would dissipate by themselves after twelve hours.

Fang Ming entrusted Li Dazhuang to dream in advance, telling him not to resist. In the end, he spent five pieces of divine power to successfully possess him and came to the county town to check.

Anchang County has two thousand households and about ten thousand people, which is considered a small county, but the city walls are also built very tall and soldiers patrolling the city gates.

In the eyes of Fang Ming's supernatural power of looking at the energy, the entire county town was surrounded by a white and red luck. Fang Ming's subordinates were afraid that none of them could enter the county town. Fang Ming's original master could force a breakthrough, but it would also cause a counterattack. At that time, he would have to fight and consume the luck of tens of thousands of people, and he might not have a good ending.

At this time, he was a flesh-and-blood body. He paid a penny and easily entered the city, saving a lot of trouble.

After a casual walk, I saw that the Welcoming Building was not far from the county government office, and people came and went, and the news was circulated. So I came here to open an accord to find out the news, and I could also climb up to see the luck of the county government office.

Fang Ming specially asked for a Accord by the window, and he could see the county government. This was because he came early.

In his eyes, above the county government not far away, the red air was boiling, the red light shining, only the bottom and a slight white, and suddenly felt a stern heart. He sighed that it was worthy of being the central hub of humanity, and his luck was indeed extraordinary.

The county magistrate is not as powerful as the countryside. The county magistrate holds great power. Under them are county magistrates, county magistrates, six departments, as well as many officials, grooms, yamen runners, prison guards, etc. It can be said that the personnel are complete and the system is complete.

As long as everyone is lifted up to a few levels, they can be used as a government office immediately. Regardless of whether they have enough or not, they will at least be able to operate the work. This is a big deal. When it comes to the prefecture court, it is only a few more departments and more staff. In essence, it is still the same.

Therefore, the great stake in the imperial court is supported by these hundreds of county-level units, which is the lowest foundation of the system and has rules.

In Fang Ming's eyes, these luck did not look like a fog, but had a shape. For example, Zhangda.com, with the county government as the center, wrapped the entire county town, and even extended it to the countryside.

Of course, the county government center has the strongest rules and its luck is almost purely red. When it reaches the edge of the county town, it becomes mixed with red and white. When it comes to the countryside, it is probably only a little white, which is confused with the altar and the protection of the ancestral spirit. Fang Ming never felt it before.

At this time, two rows of yamen runners suddenly came out, pressing on both sides of the county yamen and standing in their seats. Fang Ming's heart moved and his eyes were suddenly in a daze.

I saw a few people coming out of the county government office, one of whom was middle-aged, wearing a seventh-rank official uniform. This was the county magistrate Wei Zhun. A pure red natal above his head complemented the rich red air around him, forming a bird-like shape. Suddenly, he seemed to find Fang Ming. With a long sound, the red light flashed. Fang Ming's eyes hurt, as if he was about to shed tears. He felt very angry and dared not look again, so he diverted his sight.

On the left side of the county magistrate, there is an old man with extraordinary temperament. The red and white energy on his head condensed, which is similar to Fang Ming, but it has not formed a shape. Fang Ming guessed that he must be the county magistrate.

On the right is a big man, and there is still a red and white energy, but there is a hint of black energy around it. This is not a disaster energy, but military energy and evil energy. It seems that he is a county lieutenant. According to the system, the county lieutenant can be in charge of up to one thousand brigade soldiers. Of course, it is impossible to be full in normal times, but there are always five hundred soldiers, which is enough to suppress the county town. This county lieutenant only has a red and white life, which is two levels worse than Xie Jin, but this luck is something that Xie Jin can't catch up with now.

Fang Ming sighed in his heart that the officials of this system really gathered their energy and were very lucky. With Fang Ming's current rank, it was far from enough to the county magistrate. I am afraid that any magical power would be ineffective against it. When the county magistrate was sick, resigned, aging, and dreaming at night, he could not even be close to him.

However, the county magistrate and county magistrate can have a little influence, but they also have to spend a lot of divine power. It is hard to say how effective it is. As soon as you think of this, Fang Ming felt a little gloomy.

But then I thought about it, the human fortune is short-term and fierce, like firewood encounters fire. Although it is strong for a while, it will disappear in just a hundred years, not to mention that the fortune brought by official positions does not belong to oneself. If Wei Zhun is dismissed, how much luck can he have? And the fortune of the god fortune is long and has a long history. No one can take it away. The two have their own strengths and cannot be compared directly.
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